Fang Tong closed the gate of the Xingde Palace, shook off his arm suddenly, anxiously looking for the thing at the top door, and suddenly aimed at the bronze long case behind him, dragged one with one hand, and directly pressed it against the door.

And the rebels and thieves outside the gate are still dragging the Praetorian Guard army out.

At this moment, Fang Tong used all his strength to push the bronze tripod in the middle to slowly push it against the gap in the gate.

Fang Jing also took off his heavy dragon robe, revealing that he was wearing golden silk soft armor, and he could exert a little bit of strength.

The two sisters of the Fang family, seeing that they had already carried all the heavy things in the hall at the gate, sat on the bench in the center without anything to do.

The two of them didn't try to move, but it was really too heavy, and Fang Tong was also exhausted.

At the moment, where do you care about the etiquette between monarchs and ministers, besides, her own sister, Fang Jing was distressed and pulled her sister to sit beside her, so that she could rest for a while and slow down her strength.

"Sister, there are only our two sisters left in the Fang family, I really can't bear you to be a sister" Fang Tong looked at Fang Jing desolately, distressed, and concerned emotions called, and the corners of her eyes were soothing.

Fang Jing was also crying, the burden she was carrying was self-evident, but at this moment, compared to her own sister, it was really not worth mentioning, tears crossed her beautiful cheeks, and she gently leaned on Fang Tong's shoulder.

"Sister, with you, sister is not afraid" Fang Jing said quietly, lowered her eyebrows, and recalled: "When I was young, my sister always protected the little sister who was bullied."

Fang Tong clutched his waist, blood slowly flowed down his hand, and his expression of pain was controlled as much as possible, at least not to let his sister find out.

The two sisters are attached to each other, saying this confidant, Fang Tong is right, the bloodline of the Fang family really only falls on the two of them.

At this moment, Niu Wen, who was far away in Fenzhou, was riding a horse, anxiously afraid of exchanging expressions with each other, and from time to time he was overflowing with killing intent, so that the subordinates of the dark hall who accompanied him all felt the more severe cold wind.

"Don't be fine!"

Niu Wen prayed secretly in his heart, and each of his subordinates rode a horse, and three or four fast horses were tied to the reins behind him.

Fenzhou is nearly a thousand miles away from the capital of Langguo, and it is impossible for a horse to run to the capital of Langguo.

At this time, the people accompanying Niu Wen had been on the horse for a day and night, and their thighs were rubbed and hurt, but Niu Wen didn't feel it at all, the pain in the flesh was better than the pain.

Suddenly, Niu Wen rode a horse with a miserable neighing sound, and fell to the ground in mourning, and the horse's feet instantly softened.

Niu Wen was thrown out in an instant, but fortunately, with a little martial arts skills, he flexibly supported the ground and slammed it to the ground.

"Your Excellency!!"

"Are you alright, sir!!"

The accompanying subordinates followed up and tightened the reins, turned over and dismounted to check, looked at Niu Wen, who was lying on his back and coughing violently, and half-knelt beside him to check the situation.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Niu Wen knocked the blood foam along the corner of his mouth.

"Your arm, my lord!!"

A strong sharp pain hit, Niu Wen looked up at his elbow, and Sen Sen's white bones were exposed.

Niu Wen gritted his teeth, spit out the bloody taste in his mouth, and said, "Get on the horse and go!" ”

The accompanying subordinates persuaded: "My lord, you can't do this!" ”

"Yes! Adults, let's bandage it! ”

Niu Wen stood up with a cold face, stood up in pain, there was a sharp pain between his ribs, and he clenched his back molars and said, "I said get on the horse!" ”

The subordinates did not dare to disobey, and with great difficulty attached Niu Wen to select a good horse that lasted longer, and began to run quickly again.

And at this moment in the palace, thieves and rebels slammed the gate hard, some too hard, and broke their arms.

Of course, it will be broken, this is a business of stealing the family and destroying the ancestors, and no one can live if the main owner is not killed!

Some took out horizontal knives and slashed the gate like crazy, and for a while sawdust flew sideways.

The thieves and rebels were scarlet-eyed and began to slash at the gate with knives.

At this moment, Liu Hetian is like a man in the twilight sitting in the main hall of his house, his temples are white, and no one can imagine that a person who is only forty years old has white hair.

It seems that these days are also full of torture and inner torment.

Liu He looked at the soldiers outside the main hall during the day, still calmly, and the old god was drinking tea.

Xiao Xu slowly appeared, and a long passage allowed Xiao Xu to walk in front of Liu Hetian.

"Lord Right Minister, don't come unharmed"

Xiao Xu looked at Liu Hetian, and the latter's face remained shocked, as if everything that happened in Xingde Hall had nothing to do with him.

"It's true, but you're not happy," Xiao Xu looked at his old opponent in a complicated way, and suddenly felt that this person was also a little pitiful.

"Compared to the king, it has been cut into mashed meat," Liu Hetian admitted, smiling, as if talking about the life and death of Li San and Liu Si.

Xiao Xu turned around and left, there was no need to bother talking, this person was already crazy.

And at this moment, the gate of the Xingde Hall was gradually cut out of a hole.

The thick wooden gate can't withstand the sharpening of thousands of people.

The thieves and rebels outside the door worked harder, and they couldn't be more crazy when they saw the results.

Fang Tong stood up and dragged the iron spear on the ground, and the gate instantly shattered into a large hole the width of a person.

The rebel thieves rushed in, raising their long knives like Fang Tong to cut down.

"Kill!!"

Both sides are roaring and drinking, Fang Tong's martial arts are profound, but they have not been revealed, except for the forbidden army guards, Fang Tong's skills have always been a mystery to the outside world.

The spear was like a snake core, and Fang Tong waved the spear impenetrable, blocking the rebels and thieves from rushing in.

For a time, in the Xingde Palace, blood was splashed everywhere, both rebels and Fang Tong.

No matter how powerful a person is, where can he withstand many swords facing each other.

Fortunately, for Fang Tong, it was not a fatal injury, at least he could still support this strength to kill the enemy.

And at this moment, the fire behind him is gradually burning up, and retreating is also death, so rush in, the hole in the gate is getting bigger and bigger, and the rebel thieves who rush in are getting more and more rain.

Fang Tong was a little careless, a long knife cold blade, obliquely scraped his cheeks, blood splashed, a scar hung on his pretty face, and blood waves ran down his cheeks.

At this moment, where was the pain, and the blood ran down his cheeks into his mouth and nose, Fang Tong and swept back the many rebels in front of him.

But he was still a little careless, and two small fish scurried by, raising their long knives to cut them off.

Fang Tong retreated, and had to leave many rebels behind him, two points of cold mangs to take away the two thieves, and where did the rebels behind him let go of such an opportunity, and waved the knife indiscriminately.

The sound of tearing and pulling sounded, and the weakest part of the thick armor on Fang Tong's back was cut.

Fang Tong's long hair was fluttering, like crazy, and the tearing pain stimulated his brain, and he turned around and swept away towards his neck.

Blood splattered and poured on Fang Tong's body.

"Sister..."

Fang Jing looked at her sister who was desperately trying to protect her, in addition to being distressed, she was also unwilling, and she was always asking why God treated her like this.

The fire outside the Xingde Hall was full of fire, and the rebels could no longer enter, and the thick smoke was billowing to the rebels who had not been able to come in.

God seemed to hear the desolate cry in Fang Jing's heart, and a little bit of raindrops slowly dripped down, slowly getting bigger and bigger, like a downpour, overwhelming.

In the urn city outside the Xingde Palace, Xiao Xu commanded the city guards and rushed to the center of the Chengde Palace, and the heavy rain that poured down instantly extinguished the anger that burned around.

There are still these remnants of the rebel army outside the Xingde Hall who want to rush in, even if they die, they have to pull a cushion, anyway, the rescue of the city guards has arrived, and they can't live at the moment.

Xiao Xu yelled: "Soldier!! Kill!! ”

In the hall at this moment, Fang Tong was really exhausted, he couldn't control his trembling while holding the spear, and the corpses piled up on a small hill under his feet made the rebels frightened, and there was a shout of killing and a noisy sound of pouring rain behind him.

You can't do anything, you can't go back...

The sword was on his neck, and he killed himself on the spot.

And Fang Tong stood like a killing god, trembling with his right hand already blurred with flesh and blood, took out the red silk cloth that he often carried in his arms, raised his head with the last bit of strength, and looked out of the hall, as if he saw a familiar figure, with a smile on his face, slowly closed his sleepy eyes, and lowered his head weakly.

The right hand also grabbed the red silk cloth weakly, and slowly fell down.

"Cowherd, if there is an afterlife, will you marry me..."

And this is not a silk cloth, but a red hijab dyed with blood....